FoMo You. FoMo Me.
A vision of an unpainted picture
Music with missing beats
A story cut short mid-sentence
Where is the rest.
Where is the rest.
What have I missed to complete this incompleteness
A twisted line only to be straight
A grass richer on soiled soil
A carrot swinging from your words
FoMo You. FoMo Me.
What can you show me that I have missed?
For would I have truly missed it, if I did not know it existed
Is there more?
Is there more?
FoMo You. FoMo Me.
Of all the different paths, my life follows your voice
What is truly missed that never existed
Hope pulled up. Realty pulled down.
For you.
For you.
The picture comes to life.
For me.
For me.
What can be, that never existed?
FoMo You. FoMo Me.